My Drug

My Savior

~ Amanda ~

Opening my eyes, a sharp pain kicked in and I closed them back up again. I have never been this badly beaten before. I mean yea, I have bruises up and down my arms and legs but I never have anything like a swollen eye. Getting up from the ground I walked to the small beaten up restroom at the end of the hallway. The mirror was broken from a couple days ago but I was still able to see the horrible black surrounding my eye.

My breathe was shaky and I could barely breathe since my chest hurt from all the blows and kicks I got. I still can't believe that even through everything I do my mom never sticks up for me, yet I always do for her and James, my little brother. I really need to stop or I would eventually die from all these hits.

Just last week I was at the hospital getting stiches for my head. Obviously they asked me how I got it and I lied. I hate to lie but I have to do it to protect my family. Not my dad, I never do it for him. I'm talking about James. He doesn't get hurt as bad as me but that's because I always stand in the way before it gets worse.

Gosh, I wish I can just leave this hell of a place.

Grabbing my make-up bag I took out the necessities. I knew how to hide a bruise or mark pretty well already. Since I get more at school there's no point for anyone to see my old ones anyways right?

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Walking around the school halls with my hoodie up and my head down avoiding anyone to see the hidden swollen eye that I got. But sadly I had to bump into someone, there big body pushed me down to the ground.

"Shit.." I mumbled to myself before getting up. "I'm so sorry.. Please don't hurt me anymore." I blurted out.

"Why would I hurt you?" an unfamiliar voice said to me. I looked up slightly to see who it was, I didn't recognize him. He was tall, well built, his arms were full with tattoos and I found it attractive. His face was well built and his hair was messy and it couldn't look better. I shrugged, "Sorry.." I mumbled loud enough so only he could hear.

"It's ok.. You didn't get hurt did you, love?" My heart skipped a beat when I heard him call me love. I was never called that before. I get called other horrible names but never that one. As I nodded, I began to walk away but a hand gripped my arm tightly and pulled me hard towards a locker, I flinched and was bracing myself for the blow or kick. But it never came. I opened my eye to peak but it was a horrible mistake because once I did I saw him smirk, Jake.

He was my bully, or should I call him a younger copy of my dad. Before I knew it I was shoved hard against the locker once again and I fell to the ground. I closed my eyes tight so I can brace myself for the next hit.

A punch was delivered to my stomach, it hit square on my gut. I cried out, but it was no use. Nobody was going to help me. A tear ran down my eye and it began to sting again. My make-up was beginning to run and I knew that once everything stopped I would have to apply my make up again.

I saw a shoe near my thigh and it kicked me with all of its power and speed. I yelled, opening my eyes I looked around but nobody was around. Everyone always walks away and acts like they don't notice anything. My eyes began to blur, I really couldn't see. Then Jake began to laugh as he threw my books at me and walked away. He left me there like he always does.

I cried out and hugged my knees tightly. My head was pounding and I wasn't able to see anymore. I tried standing up but I just fell back towards a locker. I was beginning to feel dizzy and I couldn't keep myself up.

But then a pair of arms grabbed me and I flinched by the touch. Thinking it was Jake, I screamed and tried to kick and punch but I was too weak. Before I knew it I passed out.